I am the hush ere first of breath is drawn,
Where worlds were wrought in chaos of olde time.
I am the light that in one thought is shown—
Mein Wille zur Sch;nheit—womb of every clime.
I am the depth where heaven seeks its dawn,
Where Sun doth drink full-thirsted from mine hands.
Within me springs the fount whence all paths run,
Of every orb—high-throned or lowly lands.
I am the seed of every inspiration,
Mine shoulders bear the mould of the Divine.
I am the cause of fervent exultation,
The Crown’s sole might and sovereignty is mine.
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